when you put me on paper
and dissect me with your scalpel
what do you think you would find
it did not make any sense at all
so you stood me in front of a mirror
and put me under the microscope
you searched every pore on my skin
it did not make any sense at all
and you shine a light in my eye
you try to sell me into the night
just like your miscellaneous soul
you're lost in your own stale words
no, I don't want to buy your pain
it's sold on every street corner
where no one is really at home
high on rhetoric, they all sit alone
take a long walk to somewhere
and take my shoes if you must
smash all your rose tinted windows
that you look at everything through
you try so hard to understand
to make sense of everything I am
you try to put me into words absurd
that you don't fully understand at all
why don't you take a look inside
you're the only thing you should really know
there is nothing else here to realize
if you are really telling the whole truth
no, I don't want to buy your misery
it's found on every street corner
where no one is really at home
high on rhetoric, they all sit alone
and you dissect your own dissonance
and you dissent your own conscience
and you don't know what you believe in
and you don't believe in what you know
